You know you’re sick when, at almost 3am, you decide you can’t “wait it out and see” and instead attempt to make yourself presentable enough to go to the nearest grocery store that’s open 24 hours to get some OTC drugs…
…but as you’re about to drive away, you suddenly fling open the car door in a panic, just in time to puke on the street instead of the steering wheel. >_<
The Obsessive Dilettante 